Luyện nghe bài hát R. I. T. Z.

Artist: charli f/ cam'ron

baltimore
cam

Charli I don't think they know I'm menstrul
Let me tell 'em I'm menstrul

one: cam'ron

I'm into don thing, donna
Don cornelius, don
down in palm springs
Long the ring, crackin'
money, give the wax to juan
Actin' harsh, leave 'em my garage
Thug niggas using mack
back massuage, enterouage, we on hollis
Make you new york quicker, then john wallace
Be in your wallet
Ya'll want whips, it's on trial
Aye yo, y'all want chips, then ya stride
I made best friend to yo, like '98 live
Connin' in they eyes, cats behind with they wife
Well it's true, that I lost a daughter
Niggas get a little money, wanna the water
Fuckin' sell, I get the hell, I cross the border
Never feminine, don't park the six
in front of tenimens
Ruthless chicks, yeah, toothless
With the shotguns to shot, right 2 and 6
kicks, uqick, that's what I'm tellin' my man
They just want me on the crucifix, I held in my
Fell for the plan, cam
Yo be bland!
R-i-p scrams yo, a of a man
And that's my analysis, till I'm laid up with blood like
That's my son

(cam'ron)

Some niggas
And some get
cats go kill
And off cliffs
Some
But life's a bitch

Some niggas
And some go
Some want dough
And come on
rich
But life's a bitch

Verse two: baltimore

What, yo
I'm ice shit, peirced pussy
Got the ice clit, ice
Fuck around and chicks
Spotted deserve on ice
click, we come through
Dumb crew, these cats unable to to
Comotose, y'all boast about holdin'
We hold's parties, and sign our labels
Hardly ya girl door, beofre I was b'more
I was c-4, now I'm packed, and now I'm
In the swiss alps, with swiss cheese and accounts
Sippin' swiss miss, frontin', got me kissed it
Dying kids wanna see b'more, on they wish
But I put 'em there, be what you ask for
Ski mask up on barren
No trace, of dna, doa
We know ways to you talk
Make you limp, when you
Outline cats in chalk
Got fagotts "who's she? "
Benz wit' it, be e, master p
'how ya do dat there'
Ridin' through, niggas stare, they like "who dat "
Is dat wear
over, slower
While y'all hoes be
Hate to see me and pd, and be who the ebst
No shit, pull out the
Pull out the whips, put out the
Cause we put on the
And it's nine crackers before a
So me how you like us with guns and rappers

(cam'ron)

Some kiss
And some get
cats go kill
And jump off
Some
But a fucking bitch

Some sniff
And some go
Some cats want
And come on
rich
But life's a bitch

Some niggas
And get dissed
cats go kill
And off cliffs
Some
But life's a fucking

Some niggas
And some go
Some cats want
And come on
Some
But a fucking bitch